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[re_formed]

...I...like this song.


At words poetic
I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best
Instead of getting 'em off my chest
To let 'em rest unexpressed

I hate parading
My serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar
But if this ditty is not so pretty
At least it'll tell you how great you are

You're the top
You're the Coliseum
You're the top
You're the Louvre Museum
You're the melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendell bonnet, a Shakespeare sonnet
You're Mickey Mouse!

You're the Nile
You're the tower of Pisa
You're the smile
Of the Mona Lisa
I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop
But if baby, I'm the bottom
You're the top!

You're the top
You're Mahatma Ghandi
You're the top
You're Napoleon brandy
You're the purple light of a summer night in Spain
You're the National Gallery, you're Garbo's salary
You're cellophane!

You're sublime
You're a turkey dinner
You're the time
Of the derby winner
I'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop
But if baby, I'm the bottom
You're the top!

You're the top
You're a Waldorf salad
You're the top
You're a Berlin ballad
You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire
You're an O'Neill drama, you're Whistler's mama
You're Camembert!

You're a rose
You're Inferno's Dante
You're the nose
On the great Durante
I'm a lazy lout who's just about to stop
But if baby, I'm the bottom
You're the top!

...Happy Valentine's Day, Marie.

((I know that's not the full correct lyric, I took it from the Ella Fitzgerald cover.))